I had a massive headache at work but I managed to power through it by taking some ibuprofen and go the gym. As I was waiting for my dinner ( a smoothie), I start talking with the fitness manage/director of the gym. To make a long story short, she ended up feeding me her dinner (walnuts, apples, and some crunchy apple pecan things). She thinks I need to consume more calories. I am already a fan, she had me at you need to eat more. That was the best pick up line ever. Seriously, I think she is right. This would explain my anemia and all kinds of vitamin deficiencies I have. Today, breakfast was a 30 calorie V8 juice, and lunch was a salad. No wonder I had a headache. Then she started talking to me about the glycemic index and asked me if I knew what it was. I played dumb because I wanted to know if she knew her stuff but secretly I wanted to tell her "lady I am the girl who pretended I was diabetic and got away with it (Ok the story is for another entry but it was for a good cause and I was being a good friend), of course I know what it is. " I still don't know why she shared with me her dinner. I want to think it is because she saw my petite frame but I know it is because she probably caught a good luck at my cleavage.
Anyhow, I will have my free health assessment/personal training session Monday after work. I will try to wear a more conservative shirt but then again she may not feed me if I am covered up. Will have at least the weekend to think about my outfit for my date.
Here are tonight's stats- 805 calories burned according to "Polito."(my polar watch).
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